Page 108 of Poisoned Promise
“How could I hate you?” he replies softly. “You’ve done nothing hate-worthy.”
“Well after?—.”
“Don’t say his name.” Felix turns his face into my palm and presses his lips to the hell of my hand. “Not ever again.”
“I never fathomed you’d choose me, that’s all.”
“Then I never showed you well enough how obsessed I am with you.” His eyes darken slightly and he leans forward just enough to show his intent while giving me enough time to reject him.
That thought doesn’t even cross my mind.
I lean up as he leans down and his mouth gently covers mine, firm enough that lust ignites in my heart but gentle enough not to aggravate any wounds.
At first.
The longer we kiss, the hotter my blood boils and the idea of pulling away fades in my mind.
I want to feel like me again.
I want to erase every bad, harmful touch on my body and replace it with something good and nice.
I want to trace the beautiful art across Felix’s body and lose myself in his arms.
Pressing up into the kiss, I deepen it and slide my hand from his jaw to his dark hair.
Felix presses into the kiss and steps into me, forcing me back against the window frame while cradling my lower back with his other hand.
Each kiss grows more frantic than the last, turning every parting of lips into desperate gasps for air.
I need more.
“Show me,” I gasp, tugging slightly on his hair as the strands slip past my fingers. “Show me how obsessed you are.”
“I’ll never stop showing you,” Felix growls, shoving his entire hot body against mine. His tongue dances across the seam of my lips, then presses inside with a soft growl that rumbles through his chest.
Heat flushes through my chest and trickles south, pooling low in my gut where my core clenches and my mind is granted a beautiful moment of respite where nothing exists but the hungry desire to fuck this man until I feel nothing but the ache of his cock.
“Felix!” Rapid knocking on the door kills that urge instantly, and Felix’s lips press firmly against mine, then he lifts his head.
“Toph, I’m going to kill you.” His panting breath ghosts over my forehead and a shiver steals down my back.
“I’m sorry—ohI’m so sorry!” Toph stumbles to a halt as he enters the room with a gasp. “But we think we’ve got a lead on Alex!”
32
FELIX
Dove holds my hand on the drive through the city, weaving backstreets and quiet roads all the way to the gas station where Alex was sighted.
Not once does she let me go.
Should I be enjoying this?
With everything weighing down on both of us, the relief that Dove doesn’t blame me is intense enough that part of me just wants to lie down and sleep.
I’m exhausted.
Bone-deep exhausted.
